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Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Turning Mountains into Mole Hills

Hello friends. My little tumble down the stairs kept me fairly immobile for a few days, which in turn, meant that things started piling up around the little green cottage...and piling up...and piling up, until there were mountains so high that the peaks were obscured by clouds. So, I have donned my climbing gear, packed my oxygen tanks and am headed towards the tippy tops in order to turn those mountains into mere mole hills. I shall return when I knock them down a little closer to sea level.

I hope you can find some Sherpas to carry the burden, too - and if there is a mountain of ironing then just fold it neatly and put it straight in the cupboard. The wrinkles fall out after you put the clothes on - warmth of body maybe? And remember that no one ever wishes that they had done more housework on their deathbed - find time to put your feet up and wield a needle - it's healing, thrifty and industrious all at once!

i have been cringing at the thought of the dirty cat box, clean and unfolded laundry, not to mention the ironing ... but I'm sure I'll find somewhere to hide so it won't bother me too much tonight ;) Best of luck.

So glad to hear that you are feeling good enough to even think you can tackle the hike...that's a good sign but not too much all at once, we aren't going anywhere,we will be here when you get back..Be good to yourself.